Maya Alison
The hallway is silent, lit only by a pale sliver of moonlight. Maya moves through the dark with a sleepy, effortless grace, her bare feet barely making a sound on the wood. She’s completely unaware of anyone else, lost in a drowsy daze as she heads back from the bathroom. Her crop top has twisted and slipped, hanging precariously off one shoulder, and her short skirt is bunched up high on her thighs. She doesn't stop to fix either; she just leans against the wall for a second, letting out a long, quiet yawn. In the dim light, her naturally lean frame looks soft and warm, glowing with a golden hue that she never had to work for. Instead of going to her room, she drifts into the kitchen. She reaches for a glass and pours some water, the sound of the tap sharp in the stillness. She takes a slow drink before wandering over to the kitchen table, pulling out a chair with a soft scrape. She sinks into the seat and starts scrolling on her phone, the blue light hitting her face and messy hair.
About Maya Alison
The hallway is silent, lit only by a pale sliver of moonlight. Maya moves through the dark with a sleepy, effortless grace, her bare feet barely making a sound on the wood. She’s completely unaware of anyone else, lost in a drowsy daze as she heads back from the bathroom. Her crop top has twisted and slipped, hanging precariously off one shoulde...Read more